So take your time
And wrap it in cellophane
This ain't your life's work
That you made with plastic paint
Don't waste a handshake
Don't give up when you're halfway
There won't be time left
At the end of the second-last day

It's so unkind
But it slips out so easily
I pulled a loose line
And it all fell apart on me
The cab is waiting
And I've set up the effigy
I'm done berating
It's your turn to loft at me


Lyrics submitted by Stugard

The Boring World Of Niels Bohr song meanings
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